I stepped out of the shower dripping wet and reaching for the towel and she locked the collar around my neck. “Did you clean yourself extra well like I told you?” she asked. I knew what she meant by “extra well.”
“Yes Mistress,” I replied. When she put the collar on me I was to refer to her as Mistress.
“Dry yourself off,” she commanded.
“Yes Mistress.” I toweled myself off as she watched. I tried to look her up and down without being obvious about it. She was wearing her corset and thigh high stockings with her panties over the straps. Once I hung the towel on the hook she clipped the leash to my collar. I was already hard. She tugged the leash and I followed her into the bedroom.
“Turn around.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I turned so my back was facing her. I felt her grab my right hand and draw it around my back near my ass and I felt the handcuff lock in place around my wrist. Then she drew my left wrist around and handcuffed it to the right.
“Get on your knees.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I sank to my knees there on the floor.